#laying
time warp in grey matter
a memory laid down
in an electric mind
twisted sponges
chemical imbalance
a giddy pathway.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 10:03 AM UTC
Laying back in the tall grass
in the place I was born.
The shape my body makes
is a heavy sadness.
I sigh as if it made
the weight leave my body.
The sky is always bluer in the mountains,
that’s something to be learned with age.
To be ten years old and to hear that
childhood is archetypically
the best years of your life.
To be ten years old and to not realize
the freedom there is in that.
As if clouds could hear thoughts,
they cover the sky from time to time
just so I forget about my narcissistic thinking.
I close my eyes.
The grass feels like a sea of threads.
I’m in a constant state of waiting
for the needles to ***** me.
I am certain they will arrive,
but I do not move.
Laying on the ground
will never keep me grounded.
Laying back in the tall grass
I feel smaller.
I have failed, I have thrived.
The answers to my questions hover over this field
but the wind is too quick to pull them away
and I know where they are.
But the hard ground
is starting to feel comfortable now.
Jun 9, 2023
Jun 9, 2023 at 10:06 AM UTC
Put them around mine.
Full of fake happiness.
Tea.
Forced poems.
& eyeshadow.
All as the cars go by.
Of the style.
And demise.
Written weary for the try.
Pretty bi.
Because of course.
Garrett Johnson.
Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 10:23 PM UTC
When we lay together
Our fingers touch the sky
All my fears melt away
My senses are flooded with your
Scent, your soft skin again mine
Your beautiful blue eyes staring into mine.
When we lay together
Everything falls away and it's just you and I
Our bodies intertwined
Entrapped in one another.
When we lay together I can almost forget what you've done
The heart break you've caused me
The utter pain in my heart from you betraying me.
When we lay together, your beautiful blue eyes captivate me
When we lay together, our fingers touch the sky.
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
A Bitter Taste is your legacy.
the mark you chose to leave on me;
one of wasted time, and wasted space.
a mark I can't seem to erase;
those words you spoke to me
while laying in my company
over and over and over again.
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
Arms spread wide
knees bent in respect of tension
attention on your insides
spiraling out in spirit
hearing your heart beat
Feel the hum of life
teem within the absence
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
Baby,
you make most of your mistakes on white linen,
but Im laying on red rose petals.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
“stay low, go fast,
**** first, die last,
one shot, one ****
no luck, all skill”
(Unofficial Navy Seal Slogan)
I stand at the graveside watching
as each person steps forward
to throw dirt on the coffin
I study each face closely
and marvel at all humanity
What is it about funerals
that causes all to attend?
And yet in a life well spent
not a visit, not even a scent
I laid down my life, as you see
laid it so they could be free
It must be a sense of duty
now they come to visit me
Oh- the hypocrisy of humanity!
And now another journey awaits me
I soar to meet passing clouds
caught in the upstream of wind
a final glance, and just by chance
I catch your eyes following me
©Vivian Zems
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 5:00 AM UTC
SITTING, staring patiently
debating taking silent leave
to heave my bones toward reprieve
and shake off all that's shaking me.
SITTING, staring patiently
I see the demon's point in me.
I see it shine, I see it weep,
and see it when I go to sleep,
LAYING, waiting patiently.
Horribly, these foggy dreams
do less to please
than psyche needs.
I feel a presence gazing me.
LYING, waiting anxiously.
Now here it is debasingly
teasing me insatiably,
promising my every need:
LYING, hiding everything.
What do we call this foul disease?
This object overtaking me?
A spoon and needle ****** me.
LOSING, hiding everything.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
What I wouldn't give
to lay with you again.
To feel the push and pull of you
against my bends and bumps again;
and meet in soft and solid places,
your sweet urgency,
as it demands my perfect patience
with burning subtlety.
I long to know your length again
Along the length of me,
and measure quiet patterns
soft and slow and endlessly,
to feel the aching shivers
in the shallows of your spine,
where shaking palms just can't resist,
resting for a time.
Please breathe me in again,
and whisper truths about my body,
with your hands and with your hips,
as if I’m everything and nothing,
wilder than the limits of my skin.
A human Aphrodite,
simply lying there beside you
inhibitions slowly dying
But that is all we ever were
Two bodies close and buzzing
Lost in silent revelry
Of touching without falling.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
I lay in my cold hospital bed, my arms stinging from the fresh IVs nurse Toby placed under my skin.
I lay in my cold hospital bed and wonder...
I wonder if I was given even one more month, how many poems and stories I would write.
How many people I would make laugh and cry.
How many times I would say "I love you."
How many times I would pray.
How many times I would close my eyes and re-accept my inevitable fate.
I lay in my cold hospital bed.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 7:48 PM UTC
I am currently standing horizontally
Waiting for an anomally
When my mind, soul and body would reach to a
Unanimous decision to stand vertically
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
Bathing in love/ your idea of it
Focused hard on that steady change
Just my size of box - a stepping point
Floating off from the rocks , open cove
There was always- something , cope.
/Paint me a picture/under fresh pine
way under the woody black faded from this green of desolate trees
Ship rock down the shore forgotten
Your plot of wood and cliff / faded from view as every day is now
Our newpine friend jutting out of rock / fifty meters from the seahouse
Something maybe in your tone- bubbles of soap- darkly the ocean
Salt water kisses and something about conquering fear or dread
One of the consequent
Black and white swirls
Has me laying around
All these messages left
Im on my way out
Afraid of burning bridges
And open water
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
In my mind
You never left
In my mind
You're still here
In my mind
Everything's okay
In my mind
We're laying side by side
In my mind
We're not lying to ourselves
In my mind
I'm not dead
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
Someone once said
*"It's easy to take off your clothes and have *** People do it all the time . But opening up your soul to someone, letting them into your spirit, Thoughts, fears, future, hopes, dreams...that is being naked."*
The impression of your fingers are indented on to my sides.
Your fingerprints tattooed into my forearms.
The silence, the baited breaths.
Sometimes I wonder what it would've been like if I laid still and breathed deeply. If I'd closed my eyes and watched fireflies flash on the other side Of my eyelids. I wonder what it would've been like to breath deeply and lie sweetly and forget. But mistakes make the person.
I roll over.
You look at me.
You blink.
And it's like all the stars in your eyes died.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC